Lyrics:
lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that button
My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass
I got beef with like a hundred children,
Niggas with pink suits, tryn to get cute
You a li'l outta line, homie
Don't let the nine, homie
Put you out
Smokin' on kush no stress
Lil nigga I'm not impressed
Everyday countin new checks
Lil bro got the p's in for less
She wanna fuck, aint no reason
could get hella freaky while we smoke some weed
We don't need champagne, fuck the gin and juice
these nigga's know what Short Dawg and Lil' Kim can do
love you forever
Don't listen to rumors, so you run it by me
Don't even panic, I know you my man
Let's just hold that shit down like we Bobby
behavin' like they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash
the cards we dealt
Doin' it my way, you bitches strugglin' for help
I hear your rumors and your so-called beefs
But it's a different story any time we meet
Que pa'o
Baby, dime what's up
I'm down con Pitbull
Y Lil' Rob
Y ya tu sabes, nos fuimos
Hondel
Dale está abajo y se mean el jumper
Rompe la
[J.D.]
So So Def
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh
Ohh
[Hook: Lil' Mo]
You need somebody to lay it dawn
Grab you by the your hair and show you exactly where
(Any last words?)
(D-Roc)
Mm, mm-mm-mm, yeah
(Lil Top, huh?)
Mm, mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm, look, look
Look, now I don't know 'bout what ya
a lil' something like this
I'm in junior high with a B-plus grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I walk from school to my mom's
I can say his name 'cause he ain't dead (Wooski)
How you let a nigga vouch for you who just got out the feds?
Sneaking pics by Von mural like lil
the head 'cause any minute it could pop
Sleep wit' my heat by my bed, can't let 'em do me like I'm Pop
No, I ain't trustin' nobody, good for that guap,
clutch on my side
They steady talking bout these rumors, they be tryna get by
Tell you the truth, I ain't going tell you no lies
My heart done shattered
We havin' a check by the way
Huh, woo woo woo
You feel me? You dig
Shit look easy, know what I mean
Hey
Don't I look like I'm the shit lil
you got a rope to hang yourself
I rob for self, from Brooklyn, where else
Fat like a Lexus coupe, I'll rip your troop
Not even Lois Lnae could get
Lil' 'Toine snorting coke, he ain't scared of nothing
Bumping Playa Fly until a player die
Charged 'em for the nine gram, but I gave em five
My baking
ho-in', these bitches love money, get with it
So I put 'em on, all of 'em grown, they get dope
And all you need to do is just give 'em a lil' coke
So I
gotta make movies
Bright lights attracted bad bitches
And attracted to mad niggas
Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga?
I'm just
[Lil Jon]
If you fucking with me, you better get your ass out there
And make that motherfucking money
Rain, sleet or snow
Rob, steal and kill for
think he movin smarter
Granny said you remind me of yo father
Youngin Hearing rumors bout his brother
Heard lil folks set it up
He like damn nigga
(what)
We get 'em up at the drop of a dime bro
And did a day livin' by the AK
>From the ??? overseas, TRU niggas blowin' trees'
And gettin'
And you can spread rumors, that's just makin' me sicker than head tumors
Humor me by huggin' me sayin' you lovin' me
Envious playa haters be buggin', I
You fucking with me on this evening im needing my soul snatched by the end of tonight
Believe the hype, yeah the rumors all true, i did seven years i
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